Despite having nothing much to see driving across western Wisconsin, southern Minnesota and South Dakota, it was at least a beautiful sunny day.
At the far side of the drive, we crossed The Big Muddy -- the Missouri river. For a river with such a fearsome reputation in American history, it was actually a rather pretty thing. Lots of old, long bridges and what looked like peaceable water. The two longest rivers in America now safely crossed, we must finally be in The West, right? We spent the night in the Badlands/Black Hills area in western South Dakota. Pictures and such from that rest day in the next post...
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